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BY BILL MOHR
It was the first time after death
a voice had continued talking.
His voice watched his executed
body roll down the ravine.
And because it wasn't a voice
that had complained or protested,
the conversation after death
was the same as before. Only the pitch
changed slightly, as though the voice
were distracted by an arm
lifting a hand to tub
that awkward hole above the back
of the neck, where the voice slid out
into the solitude of lies.
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